Mourning Glory

The sun melts beneath the shrapnel cloud.
The black of night awaits 
and applauds her bow.

Bayonets long teeth grin
atop a muddy hill.
A body behind garbed 
in green fatigue
sits murderously still.

Imprisonment within me
there is nowhere to run.
Blood is shed to set us free,
but I'm lost and strangled dumb.

His flesh ignites at the sleets of lead
that tuck themself into his sodden head.
A bullet midflight in life says,
"I can relieve your mind
we will sleep together 
for all of time",
has now a place to call his bed.

Blood from lungs that once loved laughter
pool in tongues unsung thereafter.
Kins and kinds share casualty
as thier common name.
A rifle's rapid rattle is not the one
to blame.

Missiles wail the sound of war.
Everything is lost of what they were.
Haunting those who fought and thought
death before dishonor.

The bugles are calling for them
in a final salute.
The dragging ghosts echo thier hymn
and the others from an institute.

Imprisonment within me
there is nowhere to run.
Blood is shed to set us free,
but I'm lost and strangled dumb.
 

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